Chapter 201: 198, The Tongue of Life and Death (2/2)

198. The Tongue of Life and Death (2/2)

Whether in Xu Mu’s and Xu Xiangfei’s words, or according to Zhou Chang’s long-term investigation, Xu Xiangfei’s stepfather, Axi’s biological father, has always been a transparent figure.

In this story, he left not a single trace.

But how could that be possible?

Living in the same household, how could “Xu Father” have erased himself so completely?

What role did Xu Father play in the incident where Xu Mu killed Axi?

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After everyone finished eating, they felt utterly refreshed, collectively advancing in cultivation, and Zi Yun Shiren even stepped one foot into the Saint realm.

In this match, Ronaldo scored one goal and provided one assist; the goal stolen by Rooney can be counted as Ronaldo’s assist, since before Rooney touched it, the ball came from Ronaldo’s shot attempt.

He couldn’t remember, so he kept asking, asking the ice: if you saved me, why won’t you tell me who you are?

And he didn’t say one thing: this fish is extremely hard to catch, its flavor so delicious that many cat demons who encounter it become obsessed, get captured, and then grow scarce.

“Is this a bribe…? During work hours, this isn’t allowed, is it?” The red-haired fox demon wiped away her drool.

The situation got messy: Ye Zizi and Feng Yiming’s scores matched their psychological expectations, but the host, Zhang Miao, messed up.

“Didn’t you return to Qingping the day before yesterday? Did you go to the internet cafe? How’s business now?” Feng Yiming asked casually, exhaling a smoke ring.

For example, Feng Yiming’s character is a giant over two meters tall, wielding a peach staff, immensely strong, fond of fighting and righting wrongs—based on the ancient mythological figure Kuafu; in this game, he’s a classic MT: high endurance, tough skin, excellent at drawing aggro.

Feng Yiming smiled: honestly, among the entire corporation, Tianhe Dairy received the most support—funds, personnel, whatever they needed was provided; even last year, as it was about to take off, the entire corporation scrambled to assist it. Though senior management said nothing, many mid- and lower-level staff harbored resentment.

“” Nearby, the warrior who led the attack against Lao Lei and his group watched all this in silence, saying nothing.

But as the Xiao Tian Tang faction grew larger, Gu Yi, now the “King of the Southwest,” began comprehensive development of the region, and everyone became stretched too thin, leaving far fewer resources to aid Hu Bugui.

He had thought he could control himself, but when he actually touched the one he longed for, all his previous resolve collapsed and shattered.

“Brother, look—is that… Three Nanny Teaches Her Son?” He Yue pointed excitedly at the nearby stage.

All his possessions were hidden inside that massive Hakka walled compound, so he was determined to claim it.

Because Busquets had been raising his arms all along to avoid foul suspicion, secretly hindering Feng Quan, when Feng Quan turned the tables and used him as a pivot to complete a smooth turn-and-dodge, “Professor Bu” never even got a chance to pull him down for a foul.

The two exchanged lines effortlessly; You Nu stared blankly at Qing Lin, only now realizing he wasn’t just skilled with the sword—he excelled in poetry and verse, elegant and commanding.

In middle school, everyone was roughly equal, and only grades mattered. Whoever studied best was the top student.

There were border troops from the northwest, warriors belonging to the Shanggu or Gongsun clans, and even wandering cultivators who voluntarily joined to fight the northern barbarians.

His sword bone stirred slightly, and a terrifying aura quietly spread—his eyes flashed, and he turned toward another branch path.

As she turned to leave, she saw Pei Xingyuan following behind her, staring at her with a dark gaze.